My First @NITIE

WHAT INSPIRES ME...

‘Inspiration’, I feel is a strange word, charging up the myriad neurons within the 1.3kg on our top to a kick which couldn’t be rendered with the best of dope. And there’s an exquisitely distinct formulation for each mind, some our loosened up at the heart as well. But since it’s ‘me’ in question, I would prefer sticking to the medullar department.

It might not be very straight a concept, but inspiration is a concept I feel is induced by our very existence in each moment of ours. The journey ‘from surviving to sustaining to celebrating’ every individual moment, and realising a sense of accomplishment in every bygone moment, that alone is the biggest inspiration I seek up to. It might seem like a self-obsessed or even self-centric vision towards life. But I interpret it more as concentric. Elucidating the idea, I cannot miss the rudder to this musing of mine. As depicted by Paulo Coelho, we all, in our journeys called ‘life’, carve a parallel universe. Being an ardent believer of the theory of a parallel existence and extending on the idea should bring the concept of concentric existence.

Being a social animal, I see myself as a mere interface to an entire legion of such parallel universes. Intertwining the entities of this chunk develops the notion of concentric existence (sounds like co-existence, is it!!). When I contemplate to retrospect and introspect, every moment going to and fro, with its sequences and consequences, not only confined for me, but beyond as well, I bet there’s a whole lot of stuff to learn from, to be inspired from.

It not only comes as a brooding or blithe of the past, howsoever it is. But such inspection of the foregone, I believe, induces a magic mirror articulating a facade of evaluation, of prudent judgement and renders a light of amelioration.

So as I begun, it would seem as living in the past and not stepping out, but there’s a stark difference of vision and treatment. I don’t deny that if left unguided, there’s a whole lot of disaster we’re looking forward to. But there’s again no denying that if I can make a conscious effort to manoeuvre the array of my experiences in a panorama to reiterate what the best-in-that-class have achieved or aspire to, maybe I’m borrowing some part of their universe, and pushing myself to get to that edge. Now as is deductive, this universe can belong to anybody ranging from a mere fly which could surpass through thin air when I am stuck in traffic to the top honchos making up Hercules’ shoulders in rational respect. But undeniably, it’s only the introspective retrospection in light of the neighbourhood (where neighbourhood knows no realms) which causes the analysis of the consequences, the aspiration to achieve them and the adrenaline rush to nothing but attain them, own them.

Although, as they say, a very realistic aspect of this is that, this amazing enlightenment is quite rare. But when it does, it works wonders, without fail.

That’s life I guess. One can’t be on a high all the time, else that becomes a norm, or I might be all flawed here, or maybe just a bit too inspired.